A Tale of Two May 5, 2014
My mom’s name was Virginia.
A beautiful and proud name, grounded by The Virgin Mary.
She gave her children and grandchildren her Andean and Chinese warrior-like strength,
to hold us through – forever.
Constant and fearless.
84 years well lived, and certainly well loved.
Because of her, we know who we are.
This in not an homage to my mother.
Those are countless and have flowed from my veins, heart, and hands
numerous times.
This is about another, alive and here,
whose heart I feel – every day.
This Virginia has humor to beat any illness or sorrow away.
Poetry of soul, along with lovely, peaceful green eyes.
Her legacy is laughter, a large side order of tactful spunkiness, loyalty and faith.
Faith in the great love she shared with Thomas Donald.
Faith in her children, and children’s children, that they will be OK.
Strong Irish stock – a good base for headstrong shenanigans,
but also for utmost survival, and generosity.
Virginia,
I hope your 13 realize how each, with their love, saved my Life.
They didn’t need to be right next to me,
for me to feel their unyielding embrace, as an extension of yours.
I hope they heal, forgive, and find joy again.
Because losing is a bitch, but losing and recovering is the miracle.
Lucky me
to be one,
of this family,
daughter still of a Virginia.
Here on Earth.
A tale of two.
Angels that guide me,
believe in me,
and never leave my side.
Because of you, my dear Virginia Lyons, I know who I am.
Happy Mothers’ Day, Ma.
I love you,
My mom’s name was Virginia.
A beautiful and proud name, grounded by The Virgin Mary.
She gave her children and grandchildren her Andean and Chinese warrior-like strength,
to hold us through – forever.
Constant and fearless.
84 years well lived, and certainly well loved.
Because of her, we know who we are.
This in not an homage to my mother.
Those are countless and have flowed from my veins, heart, and hands
numerous times.
This is about another, alive and here,
whose heart I feel – every day.
This Virginia has humor to beat any illness or sorrow away.
Poetry of soul, along with lovely, peaceful green eyes.
Her legacy is laughter, a large side order of tactful spunkiness, loyalty and faith.
Faith in the great love she shared with Thomas Donald.
Faith in her children, and children’s children, that they will be OK.
Strong Irish stock – a good base for headstrong shenanigans,
but also for utmost survival, and generosity.
Virginia,
I hope your 13 realize how each, with their love, saved my Life.
They didn’t need to be right next to me,
for me to feel their unyielding embrace, as an extension of yours.
I hope they heal, forgive, and find joy again.
Because losing is a bitch, but losing and recovering is the miracle.
Lucky me
to be one,
of this family,
daughter still of a Virginia.
Here on Earth.
A tale of two.
Angels that guide me,
believe in me,
and never leave my side.
Because of you, my dear Virginia Lyons, I know who I am.
Happy Mothers’ Day, Ma.
I love you,
Unforgettable - performed by Nat King Cole, written by Irving Gordon, published 1951
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